How great would life be if we lived a little, everyday?

Strike A Pose

“No, no, no, it’s like this, ya’ll. Walking, walking, POSE!” she instructed the two lithe teenage girls following her. With that, she swung her slight hips to the left, then as far to the right, then stopped, body contorted, hand pressed to her forehead. Her friends passed her with rolled eyes; she ignored the slight, continuing her sassy stroll down the streets of Hayward.